Totally sodden we walked back to the tent. I was sure about it when we were about to jump, and I proved it now; It was cold. And even worse, it was still cold now we got out of the water. My socks and shoes felt like sponges by every step I took, at least they made the same noise as when you squeeze a sponge. The dirt and fallen leaves on the ground were sticking to my wet sneakers, which surprisingly were still on my feet and not somewhere drowning in the water.

We didn't spoke much at the way back, maybe because there wasn't really much to say left. I think I knew the most of his problems, and I didn't felt like talking about mine. I loved talking about things, but when I was the subject it changed a lot for me.

The thoughts about the woman who is probably dead now kept me silent too, I felt guilty that we didn't help her out, even when we would risk our lives for it. We should have helped her out, when they were talking I was almost sure that she has said things she couldn't say, pretty much in the same situation as we were at school. She could have helped us too, but now she is dead and gone.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, but kept walking next to Cato. My right hand held the handle of the plastic bag with tomatoes which we brought from the grocery store, always ready to throw them on someone. In this case, someone was Glimmer. Still an weird name, seriously who would name its child ''Glimmer''.

...

Finally arriving at the tent, my clothes were still sodden, just like my shoes. I crawled inside the tent, with Cato following me. I sat down next to my sleeping bag, grabbing the backpack in which the other towel was. I turned my back to him, facing the canvas of the tent and dropped my clothes to put on the dry t-shirt and jeans. I felt pretty smart that I had brought more clothes. After that I wrapped my hair in the towel and made a turban on my head.

'What do you think that that woman said?' I asked him, sitting down on my sleeping bag. It was colder than I thought with only a shirt so I got inside of it . 'Where she got shot for?'

He frowned, running his fingers through his hair. 'Uh I don't know.'

'Maybe something about the past, with the Hunger Games and shit like that?' I shrugged.

'Yeah that could be. We are not supposed to know that, but if that is a reason to kill someone?'

'A lot of things are illegal nowadays.' I said. 'I guess we'll never know what she got shot for.'

He shook his head. 'Well yeah, she probably died there.'

I just nodded in sympathy, not knowing what to say. Sometimes the words you don't speak say the most, so silence was okay in this point.

But the silence continued, the only thing I heard were the birds chirping outside from high in the trees. They were exactly repeating the melodies from congeners, pretty fascinating that these birds could be that smart. However, human beings weren't that smart too, but could flawless copy each other in whatever they would do. Not only in talking, but we all were clones from the average teen girl. There was nothing like an original person, we all were the same, sheepish citizens who would follow the crowd. Funny how we were afraid for a zombie-apocalypse when we already were them ourselves.

I thought that if we were a couple just back home, we would talk way more. But we both just didn't have that much to say anymore.

Silenced seconds, minutes and hours ticked by. Time was weird when you finally accept how important it is. I wasn't afraid of time, but I hated it. Time was going to take away Cato. If another girl would take away my boyfriend I wouldn't be okay with it, so why would I be okay with it when time did. Actually time wasn't the one to blame, but the school was. The one who would kill him was.

The silence got interrupted by a bird who flied right into the tent, above my head.

'Holy shit.' I muttered, crawling away from the hole created by the beak of the bird.

'That thing is blind!' Cato grinned.

'Is it dead?' I gasped. 'No, it can't be dead right?'

'Go check it.' He gestured to the hole in the canvas.

I just shrugged. 'Okay.' And crawled out of the tent.

And there it was, a little grey bird with a twisted neck laying on the grass. I didn't know really much about birds, but I thought that this one was a mockingbird, they looked pretty similar. Maybe birds, where just like people, not as smart as they think they are.

'It's dead.' I mumbled, staring at the motionless bird on the ground.

'Tell it that it shall rest in peace.' I heard Cato laughing from inside the tent.

'That isn't funny, Cato.' I looked down. 'Poor bird.'

'Hey I was trying to be nice to your little dead friend.'

'Stop being so mean.'

'I'm not mean. I am a realist, and that bird is dead, you just told me.'

I walked around the tent, and kicked the canvas at the place Cato would sit, and hell yes I hit him.

'Clove?!' I heard from inside the tent.

'That was your reward for being mean to the bird. It can't stand up for itself, you know.'

'No, of course it can't. It's dead.' He said. 'You don't seem to like the truth that much.'

'No one likes the truth.' I nodded, and crawled inside the tent again. 'That is how all relations went wrong, it's not the lie that ruins it, but the truth.'

'Yep true.' He nodded. 'I hope that a tomato in a face hurts as much as the truth.'

'Me too.' I replied, knowing that he was talking about Glimmer.

After a while it was getting dark, too dark too see. And it started raining again. Thanks god that we could stay inside the tent right now, and just sleep. By this time I was getting tired, and was lying in the same sleeping bag as Cato, just like yesterday. Only this time it wasn't that awkward. No, this time it was more like spooning. And in that way I finally fell asleep.

...

The light blinded me when I opened my eyes again, which meant that it was probably somewhere in the morning. When I looked behind me, Cato was sitting but leaving me asleep. At that moment I noticed that he was stroking my hair all the time.

'Good morning.' I mumbled.

'It's noon.' He simply replied, but kissed me on top of my head.

'Shit, don't we have to be back at the parking place in an hour?' My eyes widened.

He nodded. 'I didn't wanted to wake you up.'

'Well I'm awake now, let's throw some tomatoes at that bitch.'

'I can't say no to that.'

We both got out of the sleeping bag, knowing that we should pack our stuff and move back in just one hour. And the whole tent had to fit in the bag again, so there wasn't time to relax or even eating. I started rolling my sleeping bag, with the little pillow in the middle, and it didn't really work. Every time I finally rolled up the whole thing, it didn't fit in the bag.

It took me 10 minutes, but then finally the sleeping bag was done, now like the whole tent.

'How are we going to put down the tent?' Cato frowned.

'I don't know, can't we just kick it and bury it somewhere?' I chuckled. 'That would be a lot easier.'

'We just kick it.' He nodded. 'The bird ruined it already, so we are just going to make it a little worse, right?'

I shook my head a little, holding back my laugh. Grabbed everything inside the tent and threw it outside. Actually the only things laying here were the sleeping bags, our tomatoes and my clothes from yesterday, but okay. After everything was outside the tent, we crawled out too. When I got back on my feet, I crossed my arms while looking at the tent. I was figuring out how the hell we were going to put that thing in the little bag again. 'It just won't fit, I guess.' I shook my head again.

'It has to fit, when we came here it fit, so it does now.' Cato told me.

'Okay?' I shrugged.

He was right, longer than a half hour we struggled with putting the tent in the bag. But it fit! I put on my sweatpants and sweater again, because they couldn't see that I brought double clothes.

'Can you call Glimmer?' I asked Cato after a while. 'We can't go to the meeting place with all these tomatoes. We have to throw them now!'

'Sure.' He nodded, and picked his phone out of his pocket.

'Put it on speaker.' I whispered when the phone rang twice.

''Hello?'' I heard a cracking voice coming out of the speaker.

''Uh hey, can you come for a minute?'' Cato said.

''No.'' Glimmer answered curtly.

''You're still mad?'' Cato responded, making a face. ''I don't want to end this shit this way, we need to talk.''

''This shit is our relationship?'' She sounded pretty annoyed.

''Yep.''

''Ugh okay, on my way.'' Glimmer hung up the phone.

...

We just waited for something like five minutes, knowing that we should go back to the meeting place at this time, but this was way more important. I mean, throwing tomatoes on your boyfriends' ex, who doesn't want that?

And there she stood in front of us, still in her tight clothes and Gucci bag. Ready to get covered by tomatoes.

GLIMMER IS GOING DOWN! *Muhahhaha.* Ready for some action?

Sorry it was short, and sorry it's late that I upload, but I was busyyy.

AND sorry that it ends on a cliffhanger.

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